The sand may brush off, the salt may wash away, the tans may fade, but the memories will last forever.
We travel not to escape life, but so life does not escape us.
At the beach, life is different. Time doesn’t move hour to hour, but mood to moment. We live by currents, plan by the tides, and follow the sun.
I long for salt in the air, sand in my hair, and a good book in my hands.
She loved the sea. She liked the sharp salty smell of the air, and the vastness of the horizons bounded only by a vault of azure sky above. It made her feel small, but free as well.
Laughter is the sound of the soul dancing.
And at the end of the day your feet should be sandy, your hair messy, and your eyes sparkling.
Fill your life with experiences, not things. Have stories to tell, not stuff to show.
The best things in life are the people we love, the places we’ve been, and the memories we’ve made along the way.
Dreams are made of sand and sun…